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When Bourne was completely dead, without a sound, Bernie loosened his grip slightly, and held Bourne's head from behind, staring blankly ahead, and slowly said:

"Bourne, you bastard, I knew from the beginning you were a restless idiot who would get himself killed sooner or later..."

"I just never imagined you would die by my hand..."

"You actually wanted to betray the committee...you actually became a fucking informant for the police..."

"Saints? Hah... What a stupid and laughable reason... But since you brought it up, that damn Wayne is definitely involved too..."

Bernie's eyes, which had been empty and desperate, gradually regained a glimmer of life before turning sinister and tyrannical once more.

Revenge, revenge!

As members of the Mafia council who are imprisoned forever, what sustains their lives has always been hatred.

In the dark and chaotic prison, the absence of hatred was the only thing that kept him motivated and fighting!

Thinking of this, Bernie released his brother, letting Bourne's head droop into the wheelchair.

He walked to the door and knocked a few times, then pressed the doorbell.

Soon, the door was opened, and two fully armed prison guards walked in.

"It's over so quickly?" Sean, the lead prison guard, joked.

Bernie said calmly:

"I killed him, take me to solitary confinement."

"Fuck!" prison guard Sean cursed angrily and rushed to the wheelchair to check on it.

When he discovered that Bernie, who had come to visit him in prison, was indeed dead, his eyes widened in disbelief. He rushed forward, shoved Bernie to the ground, and shouted:

"Calling for backup! Calling for backup!"

At the same time, he angrily cursed:

"You fucking lunatic! Bernie! Isn't he your brother? You're a monster!"

Soon, several more prison guards rushed in and took Bernie away with them.

They had encountered similar situations before, but these serious offenders' sentences might be extended indefinitely, but they would not be sentenced to death.

In 2019, then-California Governor Gavin Newsom signed an executive order suspending all executions in California. Prior to that, the last execution in California was in 2006.

The absence of the death penalty has led to serious offenders in prisons acting with impunity, creating an extremely dangerous situation.

After all, many of them already have hundreds of years of imprisonment, so adding another one or two hundred years wouldn't make much difference.

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Killing someone might only add 20 or 30 years to the sentence, which is less than a fraction of the current sentence.

As a result, gangs are rampant in California's prisons, and the elders and members of the Mexican Mafia Council are also developing their influence in prisons without restraint.

Bernie was led through a series of iron gates into a solitary confinement cell used to punish prisoners.

There are no large windows here, only a very narrow vertical slit in the high part of the wall for light. The indoor fluorescent lights are on 24 hours a day, and there is a simple cement bed and a heavy solid steel door.

The heavy steel door closed behind him. Bernie walked slowly to the bedside, lifted the plastic mattress, fumbled in the corner, and removed a piece of cement, revealing a small space hidden inside.

There was a cell phone inside.

Bernie deftly took out his phone and dialed a number.

"I am Bernie, and in the name of the elder of the Mexican Mafia Commission, I am issuing a warrant for the arrest of Bernie with the Black Handprint."

"Target: Bruce Wayne, dead or alive."

"Also, spread the word that this Bruce Wayne owes Bourne fifty million dollars, and whoever catches him gets the money."

"Tell the committee members that Bourne is in trouble, that Bruce Wayne killed him, and that the committee should remain silent for the time being."

After saying that, Bernie hung up the phone and put it back in the empty space on the bed.

He then lay on the bed with his eyes wide open.

Bernie didn't want to close his eyes.

Once you close your eyes, scenes of playing with your younger brother Bourne as a child will appear before your eyes.

"Brother, I'll take you to a great place!" he shouted with a smile.

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Poor streets in Los Angeles.

Seeing the countless gun barrels suddenly appearing all around, the leader, Dumpling Ear Remy, couldn't help but curse:

"Sukabul!"

These guys in gray robes all had guns, and each of them drew their guns without hesitation!

What's wrong with these people?!

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and Remy felt a sharp pain in his left ear. In an instant, the old man leading the group had shot him through the ear!

Old Will, holding his gun, said calmly:

"No one can insult you in front of me, not even God."

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Seeing that the other side actually dared to fire, a group of Russian mafia thugs immediately and involuntarily raised their hands.

Despite the pain in his left ear, Remy gritted his teeth and said:

"Mr. Wayne, I think there must be some misunderstanding here..."

"We are only here on Mr. Nikolai's orders to invite you to a meeting..."

"If you don't want to go, you don't have to. There's no need for this..."

"Your current actions will only provoke a war with the Russian mafia..."

Wayne shook his head slightly and said:

"Remy, my friend, that's not what you just said."

Remy gritted his teeth and said:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne. I apologize for my rash behavior just now. Please forgive me."

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He had already cursed every single person in the gang responsible for intelligence in his mind.

Before coming here, I had only heard that Bruce Wayne had fallen on hard times and was now a homeless man living on the streets of poverty. He liked to play the role of a saint among the homeless, pretending to be a god and bestowing blessings upon people.

Why doesn't anyone mention that the other side has such a bunch of fucking lunatics under their command?

These gray-robed men, each holding a gun, had icy, even deep-seated hatred in their eyes.

Those who knew, they heard these Russian mafia members, only curse at the other party a couple of times.

Anyone who didn't know better would think they had killed the other family.

Those were not the eyes of a normal person; they sent chills down the spines of even the most desperate members of the Russian mafia.

The black-haired, black-eyed man in front of them said calmly:

"Remy, my friend, I don't feel your respect. I think what people need between each other is equal respect, isn't it? When humanity was in the Garden of Eden, naked, we had true and precious equality, and that is what we should strive for."

Remy covered his ears, exchanged glances with his men, then shook his head and said to Wayne:

"Mr. Wayne, I don't understand..."

What the other party was saying was too profound for these mafia members who had only completed elementary school to understand.

Wayne said calmly:

"Take off your clothes, take them all off."

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